I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 483 The Era of Massive Drug Consumption?
"Mukai-gaoka High School? Hah~"

The student from Jinghua High School glanced at Touma Kamijou and immediately discerned his 'level' from his school uniform.

He was just a passionate man who wanted to uphold justice.

"idiot!"

Thump,

Even after deciding that his opponent was a hot-blooded fool, the student from Jinghua High School still didn't let his guard down. As he lunged at Touma Kamijou with a powerful leap, his hands rapidly formed hand seals, which, along with the rising smoke, suddenly transformed into three identical figures!

"It's the clone technique!"

"Amazing"

Several students nearby exclaimed in surprise. This was a topic that was required for the academic exam. How could they not recognize it?

This basic technique, which originated from the Isoya family, has no combat power. It can create several lifelike 'illusion clones' to interfere with vision and distract attention—not everyone can calmly observe an enemy charging at them with a punch.

"Guess who the real one is?"

The three clones, who were lunging forward with punches, spoke simultaneously, causing Touma Kamijou, who was on high alert, to shift his gaze:
This way!

He swung his right fist in the direction from which the sound came.

puff,

The fist swiftly and cleanly pierced through the opponent's jaw, creating ripples in the air.

?

You idiot, you've been fooled!

At the location where the figure disappeared, there was a small trumpet that was falling.

The sound of something cutting through the air from the other side caught Touma Kamijou off guard, and he felt a tingling sensation under his ribs!
Then came an indescribable, excruciating pain—the ribs, the ribs: the ribs themselves expand with breathing, so they can't be too strong, otherwise how could they move? Once hit, they naturally wouldn't suffer any greater damage.

"Woo~~"

He took a solid punch to the side, and Kamijou Touma's vision went black on the spot, and he collapsed to the ground.

We won!

Snapped,

Just as the student from Jinghua High School subconsciously thought it was over, his calf suddenly tightened.

Kamijou Touma is, after all, an 'athlete,' and that punch was enough to send an ordinary person to the ICU, and even a dog-level superhuman wouldn't be able to get up; however, the urchin-headed boy actually withstood it and immediately launched a counterattack.

The leg grab, the pull back, and the drag were all done in one smooth motion!
"what?!"

Thump,

The moment the thought of 'Oh no' flashed through his mind, the student from Jinghua High School felt dizzy and then his back trembled.

Did you fall down?

We must get up quickly, or we'll be in trouble!
The next second, a weight was placed on his waist, and before the high school student could even turn over, he was being ridden on.

This is the standard 'mounted position' in combat, where the opponent's fists and elbows are positioned high above, while the person pinned below can only parry with clenched fists, taking a beating before attempting a counterattack.

How can it be? !
The other person was just a student from an ordinary school, while he was from Jinghua High School—

Bang!
Kamijou Touma is not only an athlete, but also a skilled fighter; without much hesitation, he punched his opponent in the chin.

While it may feel good to slap someone in the face, the humiliation outweighs the actual harm: in unarmed combat, the best option to subdue or knock out an opponent is still the chin—as long as the resulting shock successfully 'shuts down' the brain, it can be a knockout in one move.

Such skills are also basic knowledge that all students in the 'New Bunkyo Ward' need to master.

With their heads suddenly thrown to the side and everything going black, the students of Jinghua High School abandoned their pride and obediently put their arms up in front of their faces to block the injury.

Wait until the opponent is tired before launching a counterattack—or until you are completely defeated!
His 'cloning technique' is utterly useless in this situation.
Swish, swish, swish!

Just then, several figures pounced, and the students of Jinghua High School felt their bodies suddenly empty.

"We've got him under control!"

"Come on!"

? ?
The Jinghua High School student, who had just been punched, sat up in a daze and was surprised to see those 'trash' he looked down on rushing up and entangled the guy with the sea urchin haircut.

"This"

"Big brother, let's go first!"

The high school student selling medicine quickly stepped forward, helped his "big brother" up, and hurried away.

In any case, their 'business' was shady; and that guy with the sea urchin hair was very strange. Even though he was punched in the ribs, he was still able to launch a counterattack. If it weren't for the fact that his strength and speed were not greater than those of an ordinary person, the high school student selling medicine would have been tempted to suspect that he was a superhuman.

"You urchin-headed bastard, we'll remember you!"

"Jinghua High School is not someone you can easily mess with—"

Supporting his older brother as they retreated, the high school student selling medicine didn't forget to utter some harsh words, truly 'dedicated and professional'.

"let me go!"

With several students grabbing his legs, waist, and hands, Touma Kamijou struggled a few times before he could only watch helplessly as the two quickly disappeared into the alley.

"They're already gone, how long are you going to keep hugging them?"

Hearing Touma Kamijou's irritating words, the students who were holding him back reluctantly let go.

"you--"

"Senior, could you please pretend you didn't see that?"

Before Touma Kamijou could say anything more, the students bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle.

"please!"

???

“You are already a superhuman, while we are just ‘powerless’.”

The student in the lead looked up, his face showing a mixture of resentment, bitterness, and a hint of ingratiation.

"Our families aren't wealthy, and coming here to study is our last chance. We can only succeed; there's no room for failure!"

If they ultimately fail to become extraordinary individuals, the investments their families have made will be completely wasted; the expectations of their parents and relatives, as well as their own desires, will all be dashed! This is something they cannot accept, so—

The previous conversation was merely a bargaining tactic.

In this extraordinary era, even the 'ivory tower' has become tainted by the realities of society.

“Those drugs are very likely homemade by small workshops, or products from large companies that haven’t been verified yet. You’re risking your lives.”

Touma Kamijou's earnest advice,
"it is known."

Another student also mustered up the courage to raise their head.

“Young man, we know you are right, and we also know that there is something wrong with those drugs.”

As Touma Kamijou said, it's either a small workshop using some "explosive" materials, or a large company conducting experiments: selling to them not only allows them to collect and use data, but also to make a small profit. In this information age, how could anyone who gets into "New Bunkyo Ward" not have thought of that?
"You guys...you guys!"

Kamijou Touma pointed at the students bowing their heads in front of him, wanting to say a thousand words, but not knowing where to begin.

"I didn't see anything today."

In the end, the boy with the sea urchin head could only close his eyes in despair.

He heard a sigh of relief; it was the echo of poverty.

Does the new Bunkyo Ward, jokingly called 'Academy City', have legitimate medications?

Of course!
This area is home to a large number of schools, as well as various gyms, restaurants, and professional 'healthcare' companies.

That's right. The island nation has long since approved the establishment of various 'health' companies, and acupuncture and medication have become very 'common' training methods. As for the issue of drugs causing harm, once you become a superhuman, you can simply take it slow and recuperate.

However, it's obvious to anyone with a brain that such institutions charge exorbitant fees!
Not everyone has the talent to become an extraordinary being. In fact, the hurdle of acquiring 'spiritual power' alone has blocked countless people.

Dog-level superhumans may seem like cannon fodder in a great battle, but for ordinary people, they don't even get to be cannon fodder! They are just one of a series of numbers that appear after a battle involving powerful individuals.

How to become a superhuman is a topic of utmost concern for everyone in this era. In professional institutions, various detailed examinations are conducted daily to monitor the body's condition at all times, and medications are administered with precision down to the microgram. This ensures that various pathological reactions are avoided while pushing the body to its limits, thereby better improving physical fitness and safely becoming a superhuman.
Every doctor in such an institution is a highly respected expert with several doctoral degrees, and their fees are naturally exorbitant.

Even the so-called 'middle class' cannot afford such consumption.

and so--

Various 'private medicines' are popular among students.

The source of these drugs is questionable, and they have close ties with major pharmaceutical companies. The school can only prohibit them on the surface, but it can't control students' private use of drugs. Besides, some schools have cooperation with pharmaceutical companies and openly administer drugs to all students. As long as they can become superhumans, even if they are only at the dog level, it is enough.

Exoskeletons and powered armor are designed for use by superhumans.

Even if it doesn't go to the battlefield, it's not bad to provide energy for various 'magic arrays':
The magic array that sir used to seal the 'Yellow Spring Rift' requires a large amount of spiritual energy to be injected every day!
Faced with these hardworking students, what could Touma Kamijou say? What could he do? In the end, he could only helplessly close his eyes.

"Thank you, thank you~~"

After expressing their gratitude, the students left with happy expressions.

On one hand, if Touma Kamijou insists on calling the police, they will definitely lose credits; on the other hand, they are also helping the Jinghua High School drug dealers stall their 'enemy,' so they can use this as an excuse to negotiate the price next time they buy medicine.
Yes, even after they leave, they still choose to buy medicine!
Even Touma Kamijou is well aware of this.

Bang!
The boy with the urchin-shaped haircut gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into the wall of the empty alley.

"Ordinary high school life"

It shouldn't look like this at all!

To change all of this, we need power.

He clenched his right hand, finally making up his mind, and turned to leave the alley. He headed off in a certain direction.

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"Xiao Qiong!"

She pounced and pulled Qiong into her arms, the girl with long pink hair nuzzling Qiong's cheek.

"It's been so long since you've come to visit me~~ The smell is so tempting."

"Minister Hina, you're a big shot, aren't you?"

Qiong Mei, who was being hugged by the other person, looked helpless.
Pay attention to your appearance!

This person is one of the few she can call a 'friend', so sometimes, Qiong Mei will come here to play.

"Since they are all important people, why should I care about my image?"

After releasing Qiong Mei, the girl playfully made a peace sign.

"No one will have any objections, after all, I'm so cute~~"

No, it's purely because you're so strong.

Who dares to have an opinion?
Sora glanced at the other person up and down. As someone who had cooperated with her brother from the beginning, this Hongo Hime had also quietly reached the Demon level!
It's quite simple. The Kengan Association, which she runs, is frequented by all the extraordinary martial artists under the control of Tokyo's elite: including martial arts masters like Tokita Ohma and Kuroki Gensai. Their disciple, Takashi, also once fought in the Kengan Association's ring under the name "Shura."

No, it should be said that in the public's perception, the boy carrying the 'decapitation sword' is named Shura!
With such resources and Hina's talent, it's not incomprehensible that she became a Demon-level being.

"You, a dignified Ghost-level expert, aren't you going to come out and show your skills?"

As they walked down the magnificent corridor, Sora and Hina Hongo, dressed in black suits and bowing respectfully, made their way through the space.

What kind of activity?

In response, Hina Hongo shrugged.

"Kiyo, you know my dream is to become the 'strongest human.' But—"

The definition of 'human' is becoming increasingly blurred.

"For example, your brother."

The cute pink-haired girl has a hidden meaning.
Can they still be considered 'human'?

"What does that matter?"

Qiong Mei was already aware of this.

"No matter what he becomes, he will always be 'my' brother."

"Oh dear, that's why I envy Xiaoqiong~~"

Hongo Hime sighed.

She grew up in an extremist organization and was instilled with a bunch of distorted values. She usually looks like a sweet high school girl, but in reality she is a battle-crazed lunatic. However, the organization that raised her, although it talks nonsense every day, never thought that supernatural powers would actually appear.

This led to Hina Hongo's dream being merely to become the 'strongest human'.

And now, there are great demons, demon kings, and gods.
Even the concept of 'human beings' has become blurred.

Are superhumans considered human? This has been a hot topic on this planet recently, but it remains just a topic of discussion.

On the one hand, because the strongest 'Great Yin-Yang Master' in modern times has no desire to rule and spends his days sitting in schools as principal, most superhumans dare not be too 'anti-human'; on the other hand, ordinary people also need the protection of superhumans and dare not shout slogans such as 'eliminate mutants'.

Whether through medicine or through arduous self-cultivation, ordinary people have the opportunity to become extraordinary; since there is a path to advancement, this contradiction is nothing.

But as I said before: What is a person?

"Xiao Qiong has a clear goal, but it's me—"

Hina Hongo tossed her pink hair.
"I'm feeling a bit lost."

Having reached the Demon level, he touched the limits of his talent.

Compared to those beings who can destroy the world with a mere wave of their hand, martial arts seem somewhat inadequate.
So even the eccentric old woman, Hongo Hime, was bewildered. It's not something incomprehensible: on the contrary, Toja Onima and Kuroki Gensai continued to hone their skills and teach their apprentices every day, living quite peacefully.

This is life for them.

Unless they infiltrate Tokyo, these martial artists, who belong to the powerful and wealthy, will not easily be mobilized.

Moreover, martial artists like them, who specialize in dealing with 'humanoid' enemies, are far less effective against those extraordinary beings who can fly and burrow underground.

"Then change your target, how about the strongest creature?"

Qiong Mei casually offered a suggestion, and the two of them had already arrived at the arena dozens of meters underground. Their gazes swept across the area—

"Ok?"

That guy,

Isn't she the one my brother has been paying attention to lately?

In the players' rest area of ​​the arena below, a dozen figures were standing, sitting, or leaning against the wall.

One of the boys, a sea urchin-haired boy wearing an Ultraman mask, was nervously looking around; he was clearly a newcomer.

(End of this chapter)